Page 5 of Naked Truth

“Whoop!” I burst out in a startled exclamation as Raoul turns sharply, pulling me into an alcove shielded by enormous bougainvillea shrubs and then yanking me into his arms. Before I can speak, his face is down next to mine again, and heat radiates around him.

“What do you think you are—” he begins.

“Yes,” I barely manage before I pull him even closer, once more devouring his mouth with my own. I’m so on fire now I’m surprised my clothes don’t melt right off me—and I want them to melt off, I want to feel his hard, rough hands on my body, all over my body. My tía always warned me to be more careful, but she also taught me the value of listening to my heart, listening to my body to learn what makes it sing.

And Raoul Santiago is striking up an entire Mexican choir inside me right now, right down to my toes.

“Valentina, what are you doing?” Raoul’s voice is low, growling, and I blink with surprise as I realize his shirt is half-unbuttoned, his sleek, bronzed chest now bared beneath my curved fingers.

I bite my lip, staring up at him. “You looked…um, a little hot? I thought I’d help you out with that?”

“And what did you plan to do once you got me completely naked?”

My cheeks roar with heat—my whole body does—but I don’t back down. I can see the way his shaft is straining against his pants that he’s not unaffected by me, and though I’m not a complete virgin, my experience has only been with the most polite and gentle of men.

I don’t get the feeling Raoul Santiago is polite or gentle. And right now, I want his hands on my body so badly, I can barely breathe.

“I was planning for you to make love to me,” I whisper, knowing I’m practically begging him, but not caring in the slightest. “Please?”

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